Delilah watched the dragons in fascination. They didn’t look anything like a lizard. Their scales shimmered against the falling snow and were quite lovely. Brogan turned in a circle, his tail creating a wide, deep rut, and sat down. She knew it was him by the scars on the left side of his face. How the dragon could have identical scars was beyond her.
“Heck, how they change into a dragon is beyond me,” she muttered, leaning against the window sill and hugging the frying pan and pot lid to her chest.
She turned her head when the symbiots came in. They were in the same shape as the Rottweilers. Biting her bottom lip, she looked outside, then back to them.
“Can you change into anything you want to?” she asked.
One of the symbiots nodded while the other shimmered and changed. Her mouth fel
